She is my sanctuary.
She throws her flowers down the drain.
Soon we shall be home again.
Dancing together in the morning rain.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take your fill again.

Closer together than ever more,
For never more be free.
To ride the crazy gravy train,
Once before and now again.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take your fill again.

We jived in days of fifty five,
None of us were stood alive,
As strawberry Mondays, we jazzed about.
Tuesdays of cherries, full and ripe.
Wednesdays of banana split dreams.
where everything is great, not as it seems.

We sail on drunken dreams.
The sun flies overhead.
We are on our way home, standing room only,
We are  never alone.

Merlot, sweet Merlot,
Take it when you get your chance,
Then take your fill again.
(C) Livvi